He'd drag to hell
these daydreams do tell
a slow song, a love song
that i know too well.

He'd be my Romeo, and I Juliet
if I let him be the one to drive me insane and yet
My bed is his favorite
clubhouse
My legs is his favorite
clubgrounds
and My lips is --- his now
as i don't dare to ever care to think about
-another man.
I'd rather have no man.
My dreams are clouded with this man
let me pretend
I dont care,
he'd grab me, pull me close, whisper in my ear
he'd dare me to say "i don't care" again
he'd press his lips to mine.
conquering his sweet valentine
nonetheless, just invading my lips and thoughts with his tongue as he intertwines